Zivot a neobycejna dobrodruzstvi vojaka Ivana Conkina (1994)
Actors:
Mariya Vinogradova (actress),
Jirí Sust (composer),
Valeriy Zolotukhin (actor),
Aleksei Zharkov (actor),
Zdenek Sverák (writer),
Domenico Procacci (producer),
Ivan Ryzhov (actor),
Marián Labuda (actor),
Sergey Garmash (actor),
Zinoviy Gerdt (actor),
Yuriy Dubrovin (actor),
Henryk Bista (actor),
Vladimir Ilin (actor),
Jirí Brozek (editor),
Jirí Menzel (director),
Plot: Set in a small Ukrainian village during the outbreak of war with Germany in 1941 Private Chonkin, not overly endowed with intelligence, is left to guard a downed military aircraft. The authorities appear to have forgotten about him so this leaves him free to work his chams on the village postmistress, Njura, untill the local militia are tipped off.
Keywords: 1940s, airplane, anonymous-letter, arrest, based-on-novel, bureaucracy, character-name-in-title, controversy, false-accusation, fantasy-sequence
Genres:
Comedy,
Romance,
War,
The Fourth Protocol (1987)
Actors:
John Horsley (actor),
Ronald Pickup (actor),
Pierce Brosnan (actor),
Michael Gough (actor),
Matthew Marsh (actor),
Neville Phillips (actor),
Philip Jackson (actor),
Michael Caine (actor),
Julian Glover (actor),
Ned Beatty (actor),
Ned Beatty (actor),
Matt Frewer (actor),
Pierce Brosnan (actor),
Anton Rodgers (actor),
Ian Richardson (actor),
Plot: KGB agent Major Valeri Petrofsky has been reassigned at the request of the KGB Chairman for a secret mission wherein he is sent to England to establish a residence near an American military base and receive various items for couriers from the USSR. John Preston is the top British spy catcher, currently at odds with his superior because he doesn't lick his boots. After a recent operation caused his superior some embarrassment, he is reassigned to the menial task of overseeing airports and ports. One day one the couriers Petrofsky was expecting has an encounter with customs which leaves him dead. Preston then goes through his things and finds that he was carrying an atomic bomb component. Preston now suspects that someone is bringing in parts for an atomic bomb, and obtains permission from an official higher than his own superior to attempt to find this person. And back in the USSR, Petrofsky's boss is so disgruntled that Petrofsky has been taken from him that he calls his old friend, the Vice-Chairman of the KGB, to find out what's going on because he believes that the Chairman wouldn't be able to do any of these things without his friend's input. But his friend is just as incredulous as he is. So he tries to find out what the Chairman is up to.
Keywords: accident, air-force-base, alias, american-abroad, american-in-the-uk, apartment, assembling-an-atomic-bomb, atomic-bomb, autopsy, bare-breasts
Genres:
Action,
Thriller,
Taglines: If the Fourth Protocol is ever breached, there would be no warning, just a nuclear explosion from a bedsitter...The unthinkable has just begun... On August 28, the Fourth Protocol will be broken in a deadly game of seduction, conspiracy, sabotage...and beyond. The countdown to terror has begun.
Quotes:
[Harcourt-Smith was embarassed by Preston's unauthorized, though successful previous mission]::Brian Harcourt-Smith: Just what the hell do you think you're playing at? First, you have the unmitigated gall to proceed without my permission. Next, you deliberately embarrass the service in front of that shit Irvine! Of course, I'm well aware that you somehow consider yourself outside the normal chain of command. But may I remind you that this is a Service, not a free-for-all! And when you're done showing off, you come back to work for me. And I, as Director-General of the Security Service...
John Preston: *Acting* Director-General. Bernard Hemmings isn't dead yet.::Brian Harcourt-Smith: [through growing, though restrained anger] Look, Preston, let's get one thing perfectly clear. If, or rather *when*, I am confirmed as head of this department, you are simply going to disappear, without trace!::John Preston: I will bear that in mind.::Brian Harcourt-Smith: Meantime, I want another report, complete in every detail, on my desk, before you go home!::John Preston: Would that include this meeting, sir?::Brian Harcourt-Smith: [finally losing his temper] DO IT!
Sir Nigel Irvine: Hello, George. Had a good holiday? Not missing anything, are you?::[lays out George's stolen diamonds]::Sir Nigel Irvine: These are yours, I believe. But these, beyond a doubt...::[lays out the stolen NATO documents]::Sir Nigel Irvine: Never were.::George Berenson: I don't suppose there's very much I can say, is there?::Sir Nigel Irvine: I don't know. Try me.::George Berenson: All right. Well, for years now I have adopted the attitude that there was only one struggle on the planet worth a damn: the fight against world communism. And, it has long seemed to me ridiculous that the most committed anti-Communists in the Southern Hemisphere, the South Africans, should be excluded from NATO planning merely because of some... unfashionable domestic attitudes.
George Berenson: [George just found out that his South African contact is a Russian spy] Oh my God... what have I done?::Sir Nigel Irvine: You've betrayed your country. You've passed on untold numbers of military secrets to Moscow, and endangered the lives of British men and women. And I'd say you've weakened NATO. Perhaps irretrievably.::George Berenson: Oh my God...::Sir Nigel Irvine: Just you, and your schoolboy politics, and your idiotically conceited faith in your own importance.::[pause]::Sir Nigel Irvine: Now some of our more muscular colleagues would like to lock you in a cell and go to work on you with a carving knife and a pair of pliers. The rest would like to feed you to the newspapers and throw whatever's left into prison for 20 years. It's a tricky choice.::[Smiles ever so slightly, pauses]::Sir Nigel Irvine: However, this is what you will do. You shall resume your special relationship with Moscow, but this time I will be supplying the papers. Do you understand?::[George nods]::Sir Nigel Irvine: And later, when you are finished, we will decide what to do with you.::George Berenson: [very shakily] I'm very grateful, Nigel.
[Petrovsky is engaged in a drinking game with McWhirter]::Tom McWhirter: [holding up his vodka] Nastrovia! That's Russky for UP YOURS!::Valeri Petrofsky: [holding up his vodka, and pronouncing it slightly better!] Na zdoróvye.
John Preston: [to Karpov] You and Irvine set it up, didn't you?. You gave us Petrovsky in exchange for the evidence you will use to destroy Govershin. You could very well become the next Chairman of the KGB.::Sir Nigel Irvine: Preston, you're out of your depth.::John Preston: It's just a game to you, isn't it? You both don't give a shit about anything except your lousy careers! It's about time they put you in a fucking museum!::General Karpov: [as Preston walks away] Do you think he'll talk?
Tom McWhirter: Don't tell me you reached your limit, Jimmy boy.::Valeri Petrofsky: I usually try to keep my limit to a gallon or so.
General Karpov: Govershin need not last forever.::Borisov: I want to die in my bed.
Valeri Petrofsky: Here we are.::Irina Vassilievna: And where are you sleeping?::Valeri Petrofsky: We're husband and wife, remember?::Irina Vassilievna: I think not, comrade Colonel.
Brian Harcourt-Smith: [after Preston finds out about the polonium disc and presents his report] I regard this report as alarmist, irresponsible and lacking sufficient evidence.::John Preston: [surprised and irritated] Evidence? Can't you read? [Forcefully] That metal disc can only be used as part of trigger for an atom bomb...::Brian Harcourt-Smith: That remains to be seen. Don't think I don't know what's goin' on Preston. You're trying to worm your way back into favours by dreaming up some far fetched story of which you naturally are the hero...::John Preston: And you're trying to kick out anyone who doesn't make themselves available to get your arse. But if you were to look at this thing straight, just for a moment, you'd find that there is something goin' on out there...::Brian Harcourt-Smith: It is my prerogative as the head of this country's security service... [interrupted by a visibly disgusted John Preston]::John Preston: *Acting head* sunshine. And if you ask me you're acting like a complete asshole.::Brian Harcourt-Smith: [after a brief pause a fuming but restrained Harcourt-Smith takes the report and writes as he speaks aloud] NO FURTHER ACTION. And you are suspended for insubordination, indefinately. [a frustrated Preston has a resigned look on his face]